I've had a .22 case lodge between my safety glasses and my eyebrow. I had a perfectly .22 shaped scar for a long time.

Every (and I mean EVERY LAST ONE) girl who I've ever shot with that wore a shirt that allowed visible cleavage has regretted the decision.

Not that there are any situations in life that cannot benefit from a quote from The Princess Bride, but for the range "There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours" works quite well in this instance.

I once had a piece of brass from an M-60 go down the back of my neck. While I was driving. On a mountain switch-back road. The screams of the other guys in the gun jeep as I almost drove us off the side of the mountain didn't help any.

I had a wicked scar for almost a year from from a live fire exercise. I was firing left-handed from behind cover and my right sleeve was open. A shell popped down my sleeve and just kind of cooked my arm for about 15 seconds.And yeah, a handful of 3" slugs will do a number on the shoulder, too :)

I had a hot 9mm case get ejected, bounce off the side-wall of my shooting booth, then up against the booth ceiling and down between my shooting glasses and my eyelid. Sucker was hot. I had a blister on my eyelid for a few days before it dried out. A week later, the dried dead skin flaked off revealing new pink skin. Not fun. So now, I make sure I wear a cap over my head so anything bouncing off the booth ceiling gets deflected by the cap's visor.

my first taste of hot brass was on my collar bone when I was sitting as an observer in a steel plate match. I was about 15 feet away from the shooter. I bore up manfully, though, and didn't tell anyone that day. I was amazed how quickly my skin had melted onto the brass, though. Jeepers. Good reminder to always protect the eyes.

I took a couple of female co-workers to the range one time; one had a bit of experience with her dad's guns, the other not a bit. The latter wore a polo shirt with the top two buttons undone - a long way from visible cleavage.

One of the guns I brought was a NORINCO Tokarev in 9x19 with a very...erratic ejection pattern. Naturally, halfway through a magazine, some once-fired went down the shirt, and the still-loaded Tokarev swept everyone on the line to the left.

Needless to say, my blood pressure was elevated for a good month after that...

Best one i ever had was with a Mauser C96 in 7.63 i was shooting it at my local range some time around 1971 and a friend asked if his girl friend could try it so i let her try, my C96 ejected strait up about fifteen feet she fired two rounds they went strait up and strait down her cleavege,you have never seen so many guys offering to retrive your brass for you!

Lovely having to decide to check out Breda or Tam's blog in the morning first. Lucky that you aren't a guy, I would tell you to quit worrying about it and get back on line and shooting. Experience being a wonderful teacher and the need to keep focused on draining the swamp. The comments on your blog are always worth reading later.

Had my lesson a couple weeks ago with .22 brass inside my shirt. I'm new, so I'm still doing things by the number (open barrel, go to line, load mag, exhaust mag, remove mag, go back to table, etc). When the brass jumped inside my shirt, I didn't quite know what to do with the gun I had in my hand while I'm sort of hopping to get rid of the case in my shirt. I'm just happy it didn't get caught in the bra.

I still wear sleeveless shirts to the range, but with higher necklines than the low-necked tank tops I normally wear.

A few years ago, my wife was shooting in a local .22 pistol competition. During the timed fire portion (10 rounds in 20 seconds), the second round of brass went down her v-neck t-shirt, and lodged underneath her bra.

She finished the course of fire and calmly set down the gun before frantically pulling it out. I was so proud.

Needless to say, she only wears shirts that fit snugly around the neck now when she shoots.

One day at the range, I was shooting a borrowed Glock 19, I think, and I was wearing a floppy-brim hat because it was quite sunny and hot as heck here in Mississippi summer. Well, I'm shooting, not paying attention to where the empties are ejected, and I hear these little patterings on my hat. I finished off the mag, looked up to see if it was raining, and got an avalanche of warm brass down the back. Suckers ejected straight up and landed on my hat.